Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537 
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 26, 2016 1:23:46 GMT -8
Laughing softly, Moon lifted a hand away from his chest, reaching upward. Then she hesitated. After a moment, she seemed to gather the courage to continue what she'd been doing, and let fingertips gently stroke the line of his jaw. This certainly was a day for firsts. Perhaps it was the sheer giddiness of their mutual understanding, their mutual affection, that gave her the gumption necessary to be so bold. Not like her, but then again.. this was a new Moon. A Moon that had feelings and wasn't afraid of them anymore, that had a pack-brother and a.. a.. romantic entanglement.
"I guess this is its own adventure, isn't it?" Letting her hand fall back to its prior location, she beamed up at him, her eyes alight with happiness. "There's no one else I'd rather be embarking on this adventure with." It occurred to her that they were standing in the middle of the street. Embracing, lost in each other, ignoring all the people around them... And Moon absolutely didn't care that they were being looked at. There was nowhere else she'd rather be, than right there, in Kematian's arms. The way he was looking at her was the only thing that even began to matter.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2016 1:45:37 GMT -8
Once his head cleared, Kematian also felt different. He had never longed to settle down: he had intended for his stay in Isra to be temporary, before meeting Moon, moving on to another city after he had seen everything there. Nor had he ever felt concern for another person before. The only living being that he had cared about before meeting Moon was his horse. Away with the horse! The lady in his arms was all he would ever need. He was not sure what the courting or mating customs were among humans, or Isranians, but he felt comfortable that he would learn and soon after he'd have everything figured out. Maybe this was a good time to ask.
"So... about the whole wolf thing... if you're having kids, and you change..."
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 26, 2016 2:03:19 GMT -8
That was.. so completely unexpected. Moon's eyes widened, and she immediately felt her entire face turn a vivid crimson. "..I.. um.. I actually.. don't know..." She had absolutely no idea how to properly respond to this. "I would think.. it wouldn't hurt any.. err.. babies..." Oh sweet and merciful gods, why were they talking about her being pregnant? Could this possibly get any more awkward..? "I.. but.. why..? You.. you don't.. I mean do you? With.. with me?"
Oh dear fuzzy bunnies, had she just asked Kematian if he wanted to have children with her? Moon looked positively mortified at this realization. How had they gone from being mutually lovestruck to discussing babies? And specifically, her babies - and possibly his? Oh this was the most awkward sort-of-but-not-really-a-first-date in the history of time. She was completely certain of that. Part of her wanted the earth to open up and swallow her. Part of her wanted to do something crazy, like kiss him properly to distract him. The first was patently unlikely and the second was so not happening. She was stuck.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2016 2:13:06 GMT -8
Kematian felt remorseful immediately. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you or anything. I was just wondering... I mean, that'd be nice, but I'm not asking now, and we're still sort of getting to know each other..."
Oh, this was the most brilliant conversation topic in all of history. He pulled away from her and buried his face in one hand.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 26, 2016 10:26:38 GMT -8
Shaking her head vigorously at his words, Moon tried to dispel his concerns without words. And then, of course, Kematian stepped away from her. Panic rose in her throat, thick and cloying, and she reached upward, placing her hand on his and trying to tug it away from his face. If she were successful (and hopefully she was) that hand was instead brought toward her own face, whereupon she placed it against her cheek and nuzzled it gently. A shy smile claimed her lips as she murmured. "You didn't upset me.. I was just surprised.. I've never really thought of having.. children."
Her gaze lowered, and she extended a hand to take his other once again, twining their fingers. Then she looked up at him once more, her eyes shining. "Then again, I've never met anyone who made me feel this way, either. So.. let's just.. take one thing at a time, yes? You like me, I like you.. I'd say we're a.. a couple. That's enough for me, for now. If things become more.. I'd like that, but.. no expectations, okay? Just you, and me, being together, enjoying each other." She gave him a warm smile. It seemed like she was getting better with this whole words thing. That was a relief.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2016 16:39:48 GMT -8
Kematian did not resist. He was surprised that she was willing to still be near him. This was the first real embarrassment he had ever had before. He looked up and met her gaze, nodded. "Right. One thing at a time." He slowly made out a smile, relieved that she was even still talking on such terms as "together."
What strange new step, for him and for his housed spirit. Smertas had perhaps experienced this before? No, he remembered too well. Reiea had tried so hard to get him to notice her, and for nothing. He ignored her on everything but professional terms. Was it right now to deny these two the ability to achieve what he foolishly rejected...?
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 26, 2016 16:53:43 GMT -8
Kematian wasn't the only one who was relieved. She had been halfway certain that he was going to insist this was too much and try to push her away. That he didn't made Moon exceedingly happy. Taking a step away, she kept his hand held within hers, their fingers laced. It seemed right, the way her fingers fit so perfectly in the spaces between his. "Good. Now.. let's get back to that walk." The people around them were still eyeing the pair, as though they expected a passionate embrace and kiss to happen at any moment. Moon was having none of that; her first real kiss with Kematian (if it happened) would not be a public event.
Giving his hand a gentle tug, she started back in the direction of her shop. She wanted to at least be safely ensconced in the privacy of her own property before showing him the proof of her claims. She didn't think he would react badly.. but she remembered Alden's reaction. If there were pettings to be had, she wanted them to happen indoors, out of public view. Especially because Kematian's touch filled her with such feelings that Alden's hadn't. "So.. if you're not from Isra, where are you from?" She gave him a curious look as they walked.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2016 18:21:37 GMT -8
Back to hand-holding and walking, away from that scene a moment ago. This was as everything should be. Following her initiative, he quickly caught up and walked in step with her, wherever it was they were headed. He did not much care where in the city they went. It was all good.
Her question tugged at his heart, just a little. It was not an overly personal question, but it was not overall the least sensitive topic. Looking straight ahead, he answered, "Medan, actually. It is a very peaceful place, but they are troubled often by attacks. I left Medan because I wanted to see more of the world than my hometown. That was when I fifteen. I acquired my skills in Asgeir, where a warrior culture is very large, and from there I went wandering."
Becoming somewhat more animated after answering the question, he looked to her. "So what about where you come from? You mentioned tribes."
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 26, 2016 18:33:52 GMT -8
It was as he spoke that Moon realized she had no idea where Medan was, or Aesgir. She really needed to hunt down a library and pillage its history section.. and geography section. Yes. She'd get on that tomorrow. Assuming Kematian didn't come by to see her again. Which would honestly be preferable to hours scouring books. Regardless! "And that's how you became an adventurer. I see. Very interesting! I'd like to see this Medan, one day." But not anytime soon, because she'd had her fill of roaming, for a while. No further than the Free Plain, thank you.
When he asked about her homeland, she wrinkled her nose. "I.. honestly don't remember much of it. It was cold, there was snow most of the year, and the trees were always green... It was somewhere up north, I think.. and somewhere far across the sea." Looking up at him, and wanting to get this subject over with as soon as possible, she just.. laid it out. "My parents were killed when I was seven. By the tribe. Because my mother was an outsider. They told me I would be next, because I had tainted blood. So.. I ran. And I was alone for ten years, always running, in case they tried to find me."
There was an old sadness that flickered briefly in her gaze, but she forced it away with a bright grin. "And then some other things happened, and five years later, I got on a ship, and here I am. So it all worked out." That's right, Moon. Just gloss over that situation with Cass. He doesn't need to know about that. He'd probably think you were tainted, too, if he knew what you let that bastard do to you...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2016 18:55:06 GMT -8
He shrugged. "Medan is just south of here. I wasn't actually expecting this city to be here. A lot has happened in ten years."
He listened to her account, alternating between watching her with curiosity and nodding as he watched the road ahead. Snow, evergreens, coastline... like Asgeir, but across the oceans. And the inherent tribal hatred and rivalry. That was less prevalent in Asgeir, but he had encountered it in his travels. They could be brutal sometimes. "I'm very sorry to hear... It seems very different here from there."
After a few minutes in silence, Kematian realized something about what she said. "Wait, you said you were running for about ten years, and then five years later you were here? That sort of sounds like me. Adventuring for ten years, that is. I never had much to do with the other time."
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 26, 2016 19:02:58 GMT -8
"The land I grew up roaming wasn't a kind one. I'm honestly kind of amazed I didn't turn out as some kind of deranged wolf running around ripping out throats." For all the seriousness of it, she laughed. Dark humor? Really, it was mostly just the idea of her killing anyone. Moon was not a violent person, at all. Even snapping at the twins when they'd tried to kill her was violent, for her. Honestly, she'd been trying to distract Kematian from those five years she just glossed over.. but of course it wasn't that simple. She winced.
"..Yeah. When I was seventeen, I.. met someone." She paused. He'd probably remember her mentioning the man she'd thought she was in love with. Was it that same someone? Yes.. yes it was. "..Those five years are.. well.. it's..." Moon inhaled deeply, but.. she just couldn't do it. She couldn't talk about Cass, and her stupidity involving him. Not yet. "..I.. I can't talk about that. Not yet. I'm.. sorry." Lowering her gaze, she cleared her throat, and realized they were nearing her shop. She took advantage of this fact to start fishing her shop key out of her pocket, and began to fiddle idly with the item once she had it firmly in hand.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2016 19:23:11 GMT -8
He laughed alongside her, just mildly. It was pretty funny, all things considered.
Moon looked pained in her attempt to expound upon the other five years. Kematian knew she did not want to talk about it, and did not press on. "It's okay. There are some things I don't want to talk about, either."
Like that fire? Smertas's furious soul snapped, crackling within him, fiery with the painful reminder of his death.
No, not the fire... Kematian did not even know he had been asked a question. The memory was enough to elicit such a response. He blanched as she fished for her shop key, but maintained his composure. It was suffocating.
Just forget it again, weak one. Put it to rest. Your adventures were not my battles. You don't deserve to relive the fire.
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Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 26, 2016 20:04:15 GMT -8
Moon looked up at Kematian, and the relief painted upon her face was rivaled only by the strong affection within her gaze. "..Thank you for understanding. I want to tell you.. one day. Just.. just not now. Not when things are so new." She slowly brought a smile back to her face, and as they approached her shop, she released his hand, only so that she could step forward and unlock the door. Opening it, she slipped inside, then cast a conspiratorial look around, before looking at him with a nervous grin and tilting her head briefly toward the interior, beckoning him inside.
"Come on.. I don't want people to see." Oh, it was the moment of truth!
<Exit to Lone Wolf Creations>
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Eloria Tyrins
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Roleplay posts: 130
Age: Uhh.. lost count?
Physical Description: Generally referred to as tiny and adorable, Eloria is 4'10" tall and petite. Although she appears to be barely into her teens, her purple-pink eyes have a wisdom and age about them surprising for one seemingly so young. Her hair, which falls to her knees when it's not bound up into its usual ponytail, is a pale shade of purplish-pink. Her skin is lightly-tanned due to lots of time outdoors, and she has no visible scars, or any defining physical characteristics, aside from her finely-formed, adorable facial features. This is excluding the line of intricate magical tattoos down her back, which are forged directly into her spirit, allowing her constant access to the summon spirits she's made pacts with - all ten of them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Eloria wears a very.. definitive outfit. On her lower half, she wears a pair of voluminous bright pink pants, tucked into white-and-purple ankle-high boots. On her tap half, she wears a purple, midriff-baring strapless top, on top of which is a white short-sleeved vest with long tails and purple edging. Accessory-wise, she wears a purple belt over her vest, a green bright green scarf knotted around her neck, two long gloves of pale purple, a single purple sphere dangling from her left ear, and two thick bracelets - a golden one around her right wrist, and a turquoise one around her left. The bracelets and earring aren't just for show; they're inlaid with strong enchantments. Additionally, she carries a broom.. that flies, and also is apparently at least semi-sentient, as she speaks to it.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 2, 2016 16:19:36 GMT -8
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Post by Eloria Tyrins on Mar 3, 2016 13:56:02 GMT -8
It was highly unlikely that anyone would notice the flash of brilliant white-gold light high above the Free City, especially considering it happened roughly directly in front of the sun overhead. But it was also unlikely that they would miss the sound that, while inaudible from a distance, got steadily louder once it was close enough to be heard. It sounded like.. a voice, maybe?
"aaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Abruptly the source of this cry zoomed into view from the sky, a figure with vivid pink pants and pale purplish-pink hair, clutching onto a broomstick for dear life as it seemed on a collision course with the street. About six feet above the ground, the broom abruptly came to a halt, sending its tiny female rider tumbling head-over-heels. The sudden reversal of momentum caused her grip on the broom to release, and the figure landed on her back, stunned. Dark purplish-pink eyes stared up at the broom as it shook itself vigorously and zoomed off.
Despite being winded, she jumped to her feet and staggered, reaching after the departing cleaning item as she struggled to wheeze out words. "Waaait.. come.. baaaack..." Stumbling to a stop, Eloria leaned forward, planting hands on her knees as she struggled to fill her depleted lungs. Stupid broom was going to be the death of her one of these days. She never should've given it a rudimentary sentience.
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Temus Grey
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Roleplay posts: 233 
Age: Looks to be about 17.
Physical Description: Standing at a little over 5'8 Temus is not a particularly intimidating person. He has soft features, a narrow jaw, mid set cheek bones, and high brow. He has silky black hair that runs to about mid back. Red eyes that seem to pierce through people. His build is slim, and his skin pale, he clearly does not spend an abundance of time in the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of simple mages robes, a cloak, pouches filled with reagents, his channeling staff fitted with an odd blue stone, and his spell book.
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Post by Temus Grey on Mar 3, 2016 15:45:17 GMT -8
Temus did not notice the flash of light. He had also stubbornly ignored the screaming. What he could not ignore was being knocked over. Eloria had landed behind Temus, and her rolling stop had brought her toward him. At the very end of the crash landing, one of her flailing legs had caught his. The young mage and tripped and fallen face first into the ground. The young man let out no noise of pain, but he does kick out his legs comically. He desperately tries to maneuver onto his back. This feat is proving challenging though, as his arms are still wrapped around his book, and the heavy satchel weighing down his side. He was in trouble. He was going to either have to ask someone for help, or release the book. Twice in one day, twice within in an hour, Temus was forced into a terrifying situation.
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Eloria Tyrins
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: Uhh.. lost count?
Physical Description: Generally referred to as tiny and adorable, Eloria is 4'10" tall and petite. Although she appears to be barely into her teens, her purple-pink eyes have a wisdom and age about them surprising for one seemingly so young. Her hair, which falls to her knees when it's not bound up into its usual ponytail, is a pale shade of purplish-pink. Her skin is lightly-tanned due to lots of time outdoors, and she has no visible scars, or any defining physical characteristics, aside from her finely-formed, adorable facial features. This is excluding the line of intricate magical tattoos down her back, which are forged directly into her spirit, allowing her constant access to the summon spirits she's made pacts with - all ten of them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Eloria wears a very.. definitive outfit. On her lower half, she wears a pair of voluminous bright pink pants, tucked into white-and-purple ankle-high boots. On her tap half, she wears a purple, midriff-baring strapless top, on top of which is a white short-sleeved vest with long tails and purple edging. Accessory-wise, she wears a purple belt over her vest, a green bright green scarf knotted around her neck, two long gloves of pale purple, a single purple sphere dangling from her left ear, and two thick bracelets - a golden one around her right wrist, and a turquoise one around her left. The bracelets and earring aren't just for show; they're inlaid with strong enchantments. Additionally, she carries a broom.. that flies, and also is apparently at least semi-sentient, as she speaks to it.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 2, 2016 16:19:36 GMT -8
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Post by Eloria Tyrins on Mar 3, 2016 15:50:32 GMT -8
It was only after she was hit with the unhappy realization that her temperamental broom was not, in fact, coming back, that Eloria realized there was a ruckus going on. A ruckus she'd caused. People were looking at something, and then at her, then back at it, and muttering to themselves. Finally having managed to re-inflate her lungs properly, Eloria blinked, and straightened from her hunched position, turning to look at the source of the commotion. The sight that met her eyes made them widen. "Oh crap!"
It quickly became apparent that she had knocked the poor kid over, and immediately, she clapped her hands together, then pressed them to the ground. A glyph formed under her gloved hands, and the stone beneath the boy shifted, gingerly rising upward until he was standing on his feet again. Then the stone retracted, and she raised her hands, the glowing red circle of runes and magic disappearing. Sheepish, Eloria scurried over, rubbing at the back of her head with a hand. "I'm so sorry about that. Are you okay?"
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Temus Grey
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 233
Age: Looks to be about 17.
Physical Description: Standing at a little over 5'8 Temus is not a particularly intimidating person. He has soft features, a narrow jaw, mid set cheek bones, and high brow. He has silky black hair that runs to about mid back. Red eyes that seem to pierce through people. His build is slim, and his skin pale, he clearly does not spend an abundance of time in the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of simple mages robes, a cloak, pouches filled with reagents, his channeling staff fitted with an odd blue stone, and his spell book.
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Registered: Feb 29, 2016 18:30:15 GMT -8
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Post by Temus Grey on Mar 3, 2016 16:21:59 GMT -8
Temus who was still puzzling out his predicament, is caught off guard when the stone moves. Still the end result is he is once again on his feet. He also hadn't had to let go of his book, or ask for help. This was a positive turn of events. He hears someone approaching, and they address him. He decides it would be rude to ignore them, and he turns to face Eloria. Temus's face is as impassive as ever, though it is hard to tell under the blood. Though it didn't appear to be broken, he had a serious nose bleed.
"I am fine thank..."
Some blood get's into Temus's mouth, cutting him off. Reflexively he raises a hand to feel his face. He is bleeding? He looks down, seeing drops of blood fall on his book. Without thinking he drops the book to the ground, not wanting to ruin it any further. Oh, oh dear... The young man freezes. Not sure what to do in this moment. He wraps his arms around his body, and tries to shrink into himself. How does he fix this?
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Eloria Tyrins
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: Uhh.. lost count?
Physical Description: Generally referred to as tiny and adorable, Eloria is 4'10" tall and petite. Although she appears to be barely into her teens, her purple-pink eyes have a wisdom and age about them surprising for one seemingly so young. Her hair, which falls to her knees when it's not bound up into its usual ponytail, is a pale shade of purplish-pink. Her skin is lightly-tanned due to lots of time outdoors, and she has no visible scars, or any defining physical characteristics, aside from her finely-formed, adorable facial features. This is excluding the line of intricate magical tattoos down her back, which are forged directly into her spirit, allowing her constant access to the summon spirits she's made pacts with - all ten of them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Eloria wears a very.. definitive outfit. On her lower half, she wears a pair of voluminous bright pink pants, tucked into white-and-purple ankle-high boots. On her tap half, she wears a purple, midriff-baring strapless top, on top of which is a white short-sleeved vest with long tails and purple edging. Accessory-wise, she wears a purple belt over her vest, a green bright green scarf knotted around her neck, two long gloves of pale purple, a single purple sphere dangling from her left ear, and two thick bracelets - a golden one around her right wrist, and a turquoise one around her left. The bracelets and earring aren't just for show; they're inlaid with strong enchantments. Additionally, she carries a broom.. that flies, and also is apparently at least semi-sentient, as she speaks to it.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 2, 2016 16:19:36 GMT -8
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Post by Eloria Tyrins on Mar 3, 2016 16:31:52 GMT -8
Ohhh blood. Eloria's face paled. Blood made her nauseous. But still, it was her fault the guy was bleeding in the first place, so she felt obligated to fix it. Anyone who could sense magic - or divine magic, especially - would feel welling up within the pint-sized female, and as she reached out, a golden glow enveloped her left hand. She didn't actually touch Temus, she just quickly inscribed a glyph in the air before his face with her fingertip, which, when finished, flared brightly. As it did so, the divine magic sought out the source of the bleeding, quickly stopping it and repairing any damage.
With that done, Eloria crouched, picking up the dropped book, and idly wiping the blood off of it with one of the long tails of her vest. There might be a slight stain, but it would be easy enough to get out. With a beaming grin, she offered the book back to him, chipper voice heard once again. "Here ya go. Just take some clean water and a little bit of witch hazel to that stain and it'll come right out. Sorry again for knocking you over. Broomy gets a little err.. grumpy sometimes."
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Temus Grey
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 233
Age: Looks to be about 17.
Physical Description: Standing at a little over 5'8 Temus is not a particularly intimidating person. He has soft features, a narrow jaw, mid set cheek bones, and high brow. He has silky black hair that runs to about mid back. Red eyes that seem to pierce through people. His build is slim, and his skin pale, he clearly does not spend an abundance of time in the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of simple mages robes, a cloak, pouches filled with reagents, his channeling staff fitted with an odd blue stone, and his spell book.
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Registered: Feb 29, 2016 18:30:15 GMT -8
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Post by Temus Grey on Mar 3, 2016 20:40:00 GMT -8
Temus eyes the stranger, blank face covered in blood. He tenses up as she approaches, withdrawing even father into himself. Still he watches her perform the magic, and his eyes taking in the glyph's hungrily. When the book is offered, it is immediately snatched from Eloria's hands. It is once again pressed tightly to his chest, and he takes a step backward. His tone remains absolutely placid, as he speaks through the blood, still on his face.
"I accept your apology. I know a spell that will remove the stains. Broomy?"
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Eloria Tyrins
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: Uhh.. lost count?
Physical Description: Generally referred to as tiny and adorable, Eloria is 4'10" tall and petite. Although she appears to be barely into her teens, her purple-pink eyes have a wisdom and age about them surprising for one seemingly so young. Her hair, which falls to her knees when it's not bound up into its usual ponytail, is a pale shade of purplish-pink. Her skin is lightly-tanned due to lots of time outdoors, and she has no visible scars, or any defining physical characteristics, aside from her finely-formed, adorable facial features. This is excluding the line of intricate magical tattoos down her back, which are forged directly into her spirit, allowing her constant access to the summon spirits she's made pacts with - all ten of them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Eloria wears a very.. definitive outfit. On her lower half, she wears a pair of voluminous bright pink pants, tucked into white-and-purple ankle-high boots. On her tap half, she wears a purple, midriff-baring strapless top, on top of which is a white short-sleeved vest with long tails and purple edging. Accessory-wise, she wears a purple belt over her vest, a green bright green scarf knotted around her neck, two long gloves of pale purple, a single purple sphere dangling from her left ear, and two thick bracelets - a golden one around her right wrist, and a turquoise one around her left. The bracelets and earring aren't just for show; they're inlaid with strong enchantments. Additionally, she carries a broom.. that flies, and also is apparently at least semi-sentient, as she speaks to it.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 2, 2016 16:19:36 GMT -8
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Post by Eloria Tyrins on Mar 3, 2016 20:55:23 GMT -8
Wincing as he snatched the book from her, she backed up a couple of steps, crossing her arms across her torso and scuffing the street with the toe of her boot. He was a little touchy, it seemed. "Yeah, Broomy. My uh.. broom. What I was riding. He got mad and tossed me. I'm sorry." Shuffling anxiously, she looked down at the street, then up at Temus with a hesitant smile. "I'm Eloria Tyrins.. it's um.. nice to meet you, I guess? Maybe you would be willing to tell me where I am, exactly? I uh.. don't exactly know this place." This realm was a new one to her.
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